Chaos on the F1 Grid

Chapter 64 - Charles

He didn't want her to think he didn't want her that way – he did. He just hoped that she wanted to do this relationship right, like he did. He looked into her eyes, trying to decipher what she was thinking, had he just messed this all up? Had he hurt her by turning down sex? Was he about to suffer like Pierre? He brushed his thumb along her lips and kissed her softly before she smiled and spoke the words that made him so happy.

Eleanore: I want everything with you too. There will be sex at some point though right?

Charles: hahaha yes mon amour! All night long, count on it.

She kissed his cheek before going to grab her keys, and Charles had to adjust himself to be more comfortable before getting into the car. When she went to get in the driver's side Charles laughed and shook his head.

Charles: nope, not happening, no way.

Eleanore: it's my rental.

Charles: then I will go and get mine.

Eleanore: I am a good driver.

Charles: I don't care.

Eleanore: you serious!?

Charles: yes, I am the worst – and I mean this – the worst passenger. You will kick me out of the car within two minutes.

Eleanore: ugh fine.

She passed him the keys, and he was relieved. He hated being the passenger in cars – it was a nightmare for him. He fully trusted she would be a perfectly good driver, but not being in control of the car himself just made him too anxious and on edge. His own mother has kicked him out of the car on a couple of occasions – not when he was a child – as an adult. Arthur constantly complains when Charles is in the passenger seat in the car – which is funny to Charles, as Arthur is just as bad as him. if not worse. Arthur will actually pretend he is steering it gets so bad. As Charles was driving down the road and onto the motorway he caught Eleanore staring at him, and he began to get self-conscious.

Charles: have I got something on my face?

Eleanore: no, you are just sexy when you drive – I take back my complaining before, I could get used to this.

He couldn't help the smile on his face, he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips.

Eleanore: so any other weird quirks I should know about?

Charles: this isn't a weird quirk... I just don't like not being in control of the car...

Eleanore: I'm joking baby.

Charles laughed; Eleanore then gave him directions to the shopping centre as she had turned off the GPS.

Charles: so you don't like GPS?

Eleanore: nope! Hate the thing. I don't like being told what to do.

Charles: it is giving directions.

Eleanore: it scolds you if you go the wrong way, and don't get me started on the passive aggressive 'uh hum' it does when you speed.

Charles: you speed? I am so glad I didn't let you drive.

Eleanore: yeah, you are kind of a slow driver...

Charles pretended to be offended, the truth was he didn't speed when he had passengers in the car – not that he regularly broke the speed limit, he didn't. He did his best to respect the speed limit as much as he could, but sometimes he was busy or in a rush. Everyone always assumes that racing cars on a track meant drivers would drive as fast as possible on the road, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Every driver he knew respected the road, and knew that there were far more hazards and risks on the road than on the track. As they pulled into the shopping centre car park he noticed Eleanore get out her phone.